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When I came back from Saigon Everyone turned their head No one put their hand out No one shared their bread I lost my wife, I lost my job, I lost my brother too Blue collar kids got nothing to do with it Nightmares of jungles and M-16's Hippies give me shit in my army greens Now I'm running the streets of Birmingham 25 years since Vietnam Some pull jobs some pull scams But I'm just doing the best I can Well it's very hard to realize that there's no love no more The day I got on the plane was the day that I left the war Arrived in Heatheron on a red eye flight Down Kellet road I scored for the night I took the tube through London town When I woke up I was on mid land ground Running the streets of Birmingham 25 years since Vietnam Some pull jobs and some pull scams But I'm just doing the best I can. Vietnam... Vietnam... Vietnam From Letras Mania